It's always sad when a small furry friend dies, but thankfully the children took it better the second time round. Honey's companion Inky had an altogether more dramatic end. We found her struggling to breathe and thought she might be helped by the vet. After a dramatic dash there she stopped breathing in the waiting room. I was dreading this one popping her clogs but the children are a couple of years older and a little wiser. Still, it was me that cleaned her out mostly and me that dug the grave, and me that'll probably miss her most. Amazing things Guinea Pigs.